He was so far from the gallant knights in her romantic fantasies...He was tarnished, scarred, imperfect.

“And now she's right where she wants to be,Lucy thought with a stab of fury. How…”

“Annabelle stared straight ahead at the canvas, neither seeing nor caring about …”

“I didn't mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way …”

“I never talked about you much." I said to Hardy. My voice sounded odd to my own…”